This Mongolian can also speak Chinese, behind him is the city supervisor, at this time is sitting cross-legged on a horse, a Han painter is painting the portrait of the city supervisor, as if feeling Zhang Han's gaze, the city supervisor turned his head to look over, smiled slightly, and said in Chinese: "Little boy, what do you think of Ben Taiji's portrait, is the image painted?" ”

This supervisor and Shoukouyi turned out to be a Taiji, and he was also a nobleman in the Mongolian tribe, not an ordinary official general, no wonder this guy was wearing a cotton robe made of satin, with a royal blue belt decorated with more than a dozen gems, the skin of the face was also delicate, and the beard was deliberately trimmed, and his appearance was just ordinary among the Han people, and he may be regarded as a handsome guy in the Mongolians.

Before Zhang Han could reply, the painter said disdainfully: "He is a businessman, how can he know the quality of his paintings?" Silver Ingot Taiji, you asked the wrong person. ”

If the painter didn't speak, or spoke politely, Zhang Han would just praise a few words casually, and then leave quickly.

After all, the Mongolian and Han sides have been fighting in a hostile state for more than 200 years, and both sides can be said to have a deep blood feud, and now the Tumut Mongolian side is gone, but Karaqin is still hostile to the Ming Dynasty, and the barbarian tribe has invaded dozens of times in the past few decades from Jiajing to Wanli...... And what Taiji, it's better to say a few words.

It's just that this painter is disrespectful, and he still has a unique arrogance of a scholar...... Well, it may also be sour, the attitude of looking above the top and looking down on businessmen really makes Zhang Han feel a little hurt in his heart.

"Your Excellency's level, painting landscapes is good, artistic conception is good, but on portraits, there are problems with the structure of the pen frame, to be honest, in my eyes, it is similar to children's graffiti."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You know what a painting is, you smell of copper every day? ”

The painter stood up suddenly, and his face was already angry like a pig's liver.

It's no wonder he's angry, this painter is indeed a scholar, but he is still an old boy at the age of nearly forty, and it is difficult to say whether he can be admitted to Xiucai in this life. After reading a lifetime, he can't carry his hands on his shoulders, and he doesn't want to be a businessman, let alone be a bookkeeper, his level is not enough, and he doesn't recognize his identity without showing his talent, he is like this, either practicing medicine or learning to paint, this painter is to learn to paint, fortunately, the talent is still gone, and after a few years of study, he can make a living by painting, landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and shrimp can be painted, and the best thing is portraits, if it is not a little famous, this silver ingot Taiji will not spend a lot of money to invite him.

Zhang Han's words really made this painter unbearable.

Zhang Han smiled coldly and said, "I, a businessman, may not be as good as you in painting, but I just don't disdain to take this thing as a job." ”

"Come, come, come." The painter was furious, pointed to the sketchboard in front of him, and said, "You can try it, and then you will know that this matter is not as easy as you say to brag." ”

The two Ming people were bullish, but a group of Mongolians were stunned, and the silver ingot Taiji had only come back to his senses until now, and he also said to Zhang Han: "Young man, since you have angered my painter, you can't do it if you don't paint." ”

"You can already paint, why do you need to use words to persecute you." Zhang Han sat down generously, looked at the color of those brushes, frowned, and said, "I don't want these, silver ingot Taiji, you ask someone to bring some charcoal." ”

The painter sneered and said, "The bull is blowing up, and now you are pretending to be a ghost?" Which little proprietor are you, hurry up and call the adults of your family to come and confess to me, and this matter will be settled. ”

Silver ingots are also a little displeased, they Mongolian nobles originally did not have the custom of painting portraits, these years have been trading with the Ming Kingdom, many nobles are also contaminated with the Ming side of the problem, like luxury, love pearl jade, even the Han people doctor like portrait painting This habit has also learned, silver ingots are a pretty young Taiji, this time made up his mind to paint a good picture, back to the tribe after a good show off. He has a very good impression of Zhang Han, and he also feels that this Ming young man has a good temperament, and his appearance has also passed, and he treats him with kindness, if Zhang Han spoils his business, the silver ingot will also turn his face.

Zhang Han said very firmly: "Just bring charcoal strips, if the painting is not good, you should be punished." ”

"Bring the charcoal."

The silver ingot was suspicious, but ordered his subordinates to find some charcoal.

Charcoal strips are so easy to find for this season, and soon someone picked up a bunch of them.

Zhang Han rummaged through them very carefully, found a few thick and thin ones, and carefully polished them gently, polishing a few fine ones into thin tips.

His actions attracted the attention of the silver ingot, and a group of Mongols were intrigued and gathered around to watch.

The market transactions are in full swing, but not too many people have noticed this small corner, so Zhang Han can paint with peace of mind.

He used a new piece of drawing paper, set it up, and looked at the silver ingot again.

Then put pen to paper.

Draw the outline and shades with coarse charcoal strips, and then use thin charcoal strips to complete the details.

Zhang Han painted very quickly, he learned sketching when he was in junior high school, he was one of the best in the class and even in the entire junior high school, this hobby has been following him for many years, of course, the painting tools will not be so simple, and it is not just about painting portraits.

Sketching is the foundation of oil painting, and Zhang Han's foundation is very good, but unfortunately he later became a businessman, and this hobby did not continue in the end.

Even so, it is enough to paint a portrait of a silver ingot.

Generally, a portrait painted with turpentine and oil brushes takes at least three or four hours, and the time for pure charcoal strips and pencils is much less.

Looking at the portrait, Zhang Han also breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is no custom of using black and white portraits as relics in this era, otherwise this silver ingot would have to cut me with a knife......"

"Elephant, too elephant."

As soon as the painting was finished, some people were already amazed, several guards looked at the painting in Zhang Han's hand, and then looked at their master, those who could speak Chinese praised in Chinese, and the rest praised in Mongolian.

The painter's face was already as pale as earth, he never expected that a businessman boy who was not as weak as a weak crown would be so genius in painting, his paintings were exquisite, and his portraits were so similar that there was really a world of difference between him and his paintings, the difference between the two was too far away, and it was simply not comparable.

"Hurry up and show it to me."

The silver ingot couldn't sit still, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking like a monkey in a hurry.

Zhang Han couldn't help but smile and handed him the painting.

"Huh? Ahh Ahh ”

The silver ingot opened its mouth wide, like a toad that had been struck by lightning on a rainy day, holding a painting in both hands, and the whole person had fallen into a petrified state.

The painting in front of me is undoubtedly an epoch-making work in this era.

From composition to brushwork, shadow coloring, depiction of details, the whole painting is three-dimensional and full-bodied, and the similarity is close to 100%.

Without bragging, Zhang Han's sketches and portraits have the same effect as old-fashioned cameras.

In fact, those street performers painting this may have a stronger effect than Zhang Han, Zhang Han is just a hobbyist after all, not taking this as a job.

The silver ingot held the portrait and praised: "Elephant, too elephant, this is me, heroic and handsome." ”

Zhang Han couldn't help it: "Poof......"

The silver ingot exclaimed in surprise, then shook its head and admired its portrait. said that the similarity was close to 100%, and Zhang Han deliberately made some beautifications in it......

The effect is also very obvious, the silver ingot is almost completely intoxicated with this painting, and for a quarter of an hour, both eyes are reluctant to leave the painting.

The appearance of the silver ingot, just think about the Korean version of the beautiful boys who like to take selfies with pouting scissor hands and beautiful pictures in later generations......

"Come on, take a hundred-year-old ginseng, a hundred taels of gold, and ten high-grade East Pearls, and thank this Ming country boy for me!"

In the end, the silver ingot still put down the painting, and ordered people to immediately go to Xinpingbao to find a pasting master, and the silver ingot should watch the people frame the paste on the spot, anyway, the small market will not end until the evening, and there is enough time.

For Zhang Han, the silver ingot offered an unimaginable reward, and everything added up to nearly two thousand silver!

"Don't be too little...... "Silver ingot baby caress the painting, and said to Zhang Hanna: "My Taiji is not a rich man, this time I still got these things, and I have already given you a lot." ”

"This time it's ...... light"

Almost immediately, Zhang Han heard something noteworthy in the words of the silver ingot.

Lai Tongxin's anomaly, the Mongols' anomaly, the words of the silver ingot Taiji, all kinds of signs are strung together, what is it?

"Forty-five years of Wanli, forty-five years of Wanli ......"

Zhang Han's brain hurts.

He only went to junior high school when he was serious about studying, and no one took care of him after he hit junior high school, even if Sun Monkey got rid of Wuzhi Mountain, he was free from then on, and then he mixed with society to make money, and within a few years, he earned the first pot of gold and began the process of making a fortune.

The historical level, or the two years of non-stop reading books to make up for a lot, even so, the foundation is not solid, many things, people who may have completed high school in their entirety will understand it when they think about it, but Zhang Han may not be able to do it.

"Well, it's the end of forty-five, and it's forty-six...... What the hell is going on......"

Zhang Han was still thinking hard, but the silver ingot over there was a little unhappy, in his opinion, Zhang Han was too greedy, okay, I heard that a famous painting of the Han people is worth thousands or even tens of thousands of silver, but after all, this painting is painted according to my silver ingot Taiji, if it wasn't for my silver ingot being so heroic and handsome, how could this painting be so successful? This little Han man is so greedy, he really shouldn't be.

Silver Ingot had a very straightforward temper, and when he thought of it, he said: "Young man, Bentai Ji is not lying, and we Mongolians are not like you Han and Jurchen, we never tell lies." ”

"That doesn't have to be ......"

Zhang Han subconsciously wanted to say this, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he still took the words back.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a lightning bolt slashed down from the dark and dreary sky.

"Jurchen...... His grandmother's, the Jurchens, no wonder I said that something was wrong, as if something big was ignored by me, it turned out that I forgot about the Jurchens! ”

Zhang Han can't wait to slap himself twice!

Now this screen avoidance of words is becoming more and more nonsensical, and "come, by" is also avoided, and I am really confident.